WARNING: GRAPHIC SEXUAL DEPICTIONS
Co-authored by: Ikate Keda Studios, TheCountryWarrior
???? A.D, 4 days after the hostage rescue
Silbern System, Stahl Belt, Nikolaus Otto dwarf-planetary system, Magnuski Station, aboard Daheim One
Joan grumbled to herself as she held onto the wall, limping down the hallway. She had been back for about a day, and while her kids were happy, she seemed far from pleased about her lack of mobility. She got pretty upset when some of the crew tried to pamper her, offer to get her things, and in general tried to help her, saying she could help herself. Now, part of her was regretting that as she leaned against the wall, taking a rest.
Juan cleared his throat from behind her, smiling as he watched her struggle down the hallway. “You know you could get a lot more done if you let people help you. If it helps, think of it as giving orders.” He held a hand out to her.
Joan turned so her back was against the wall, looking at Juan as he made his comments. “Yeah?” She asked, shaking her head. “Ah ravvah not,” She said, looking at the hand and frowning. “Las’ time ah let someone ‘elp me when ah was ‘urt ah was ‘it wif it e’ry chance dey ‘ad,” She said, taking her steps a little slower. “Ah dun wanna be in dat position again.”
He frowned, his hand falling back to his side. He was hurt she would think he’d do that, honestly. “Ah. That makes sense I guess. You know I wouldn’t do that to you right? I’m not here to gain something, I’m here to help you. Or at least make sure you don’t hurt yourself in your stubbornness.”
“Yeah?” Joan asked, looking at Juan. “Ol’ ‘abits die ‘ard,” She added, letting out a long sigh. “Fine, ah’ll let’cha ‘elp. Ah was ‘eadin’ fer da main showah. Need ta was up, in my showah is a pain on mah own.”
His eyebrows raised in surprise and confusion. “On your own?” He offered his hand again. “Do you need help for this?” He wasn’t at this time trying to be provocative, just concerned. Still, he could see Joan’s pale face go bright red.
“Uh…” She said, looking at the floor. “Is a little weird?” She added. “Like, sure ya saw me stark when we ‘ad our zig in zag, but…” She frowned. “Ah dun know, Ah don’ fink ‘elping me wash up is ‘xactly da sexiest fing ya kin do,” She sighed, reaching out a grabbing Juan’s shoulder.
Juan shrugged, and started walking her to the showers. “It’s a little weird, but I’m not doing this to get off, I’m doing this to help you. It’s not really supposed to be sexy. Unless you make it sexy.” He waggled his eyebrows jokingly, then smiled reassuringly. “Trust me, this isn’t an attempt at play. I want to help.”
Joan looked around the hall, then let her weight on Juan. “Can we use yer place den?” She asked, exhaustion now creeping into her voice as some of the charade lifted. “No gravity makes dealing wif everyfing such a pain, ah almost didn’t bovvah getting up at da menion o’ it. Plus… I dun know if ah want people seeing a washing me after I yelled at all dem,” She said, looking at Juan. “Ah actually fink dem finking ah’m just ‘aving sex wif ya is an easiah fing to manage,” She joked.
He chuckled, and turned their path to his room. “Probably a better option, more private.” He held her up as they walked, keeping her up with a smile. “See, you walk a lot faster with teamwork.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Joan muttered, looking at Juan with a lighter smile. “Yer just enjoying dis way too much, aren’t cha,” She asked, leaning a little more on Juan. “I fink if ah played a little part, ya would get real quiggly ah finks,” She said, stopping for a moment just to relax a second.
“I’m sure it’s sexual, but I have absolutely no idea what quiggly means.” He stopped alongside her, still holding her up. “Also, either help we walk you, or I’ll have to carry you. Think of the indignity!” he chuckled.
“All, show ya quiggly,” Joan said, wrapping her other arm around Juan’s neck with a slight wince, pressing her forehead against his, suddenly putting on quite the set of doe eyes. “Ah don’t fink ah could stop a big, strong man such a yerself from ‘aving yer way wif me,” She whimpered, hugging him tighter with a frown. “Ah s’pose ah just ‘ave ta do everyfing ya tell me ta do wifout question…” She said, her breasts pressing against his chest.
He looked around the hallway, ensuring no one was gonna walk up. “Joan, you know this isn’t the right time. You’re hurt, and I’m not contributing to that with poor decision making on my part. Don’t make me actually carry you.” He waggled a finger in mock disapproval. “Because I’ll fucking do it.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Joan challenged, giving him a peck on the legs before trying to get away. “Ah kin do it!”
He chuckled, and grabbed her harder, lifting her up in his arms. “Well well, looks like you’re being unruly. Seems I have no choice but to carry you away.” He started walking, a bit slower now but still faster than Joan in her injured state could by herself. “Who knows what I’ll do to you in my lair.”
“Beast!” Joan almost screeched in surprised, lightly beating on Juan playfully. “Young men like yerself er just wai’in fer a mum like meself ta take advantage of ‘mm?” She said, mockingly scowling. “Wha’evah am ah ta do?”
“Well clearly you’re not strong enough to resist, so best you can do is give into my will.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s just how the cookie crumbles, I don’t make the rules.”
“Well…” Joan said, looking down the hall. “Shit, guess yer right,” She sighed, leaning into Juan again. “Least ah ain’t drunk dis time, eh?” She asked, looking up at him. “Ah’m still gonna need a showah dough. So… Let’s git dat outta da way for you ‘ave yer way wif me of wha’evah ya plan tah do.”
He smiles, and holds her close against him. “Of course. You dirty girl.” He chuckled maliciously, opening the door to his room, stepping in, and turning Joan loose. “But seriously, we’re here to clean you and try not to think it’s too weird. I’m not gonna fuck you while you’re hurt.”
Joan tilted her head to the side, letting out an unconvinced “Eeeeh,” as he mentioned her being hurt. “That dun mean ah can’t get fucked, just dat ya might ‘ave tah take it a bit slow,” She said teasingly, getting on her feet properly. “Like, ah kin fink of a few work abouts,” She said looking at Juan with a blush. “Ah mean, ‘as nuffin tah do wif me kinda… Missin’ ya or nuffin…”
He smiled back, a shy smile. “I’m glad you’re back. I definitely missed you.” He looked to the ground, then looked to the shower. “So, anytime you’re ready. Then we’ll talk about that.”
Joan sighed, stepping forward and grabbing Juan’s face, kissing him. She fell back, then smiled. “Yer a dork,” She said, starting to pull off her shirt. Angry red marks, closed up by stitch thread covered her arm, and the front of her thighs as she pulled the sweat pants off. She wasn’t wearing underwear, but given the circumstances that made sense. “Just go’ah sit down,” She said, as if reminding herself. “Turn on da wa’ah, in not git nuffin wet,” She added.
Juan couldn’t help but look her over. Even wounded she was nice to look at, though the stitches were a harsh reminder of the life they signed up for. “You’re not supposed to get wet? Isn’t that the point of a shower?”
“Ah was talking bout yer room,” Joan said, looking at him. "Ah don't wanna break none of yer stuff ya know?" She added, stepping into the shower and taking a seat on the conveniently strong fold out shelf seat. She turned on the water, letting it run over her body, letting out a sigh as she did. "Thanks fer 'elping wif k Jacob and Miranda while ah was gone…" she said, looking at him. "It did more den ta fink."
He sat on one of his chairs, ready to step in if he had to. He smiled, shrugging bashfully. “I was happy to do it. Made sure they ate right, meaning not like I do, so that was easy to figure out. Made sure they actually went to bed. Parenting is not something I’m used to, and I’m sure you’ve dealt with far worse, but it was kinda nice.”
Co-authored by: Ikate Keda Studios, TheCountryWarrior
???? A.D, 4 days after the hostage rescue
Silbern System, Stahl Belt, Nikolaus Otto dwarf-planetary system, Magnuski Station, aboard Daheim One
Joan grumbled to herself as she held onto the wall, limping down the hallway. She had been back for about a day, and while her kids were happy, she seemed far from pleased about her lack of mobility. She got pretty upset when some of the crew tried to pamper her, offer to get her things, and in general tried to help her, saying she could help herself. Now, part of her was regretting that as she leaned against the wall, taking a rest.
Juan cleared his throat from behind her, smiling as he watched her struggle down the hallway. “You know you could get a lot more done if you let people help you. If it helps, think of it as giving orders.” He held a hand out to her.
Joan turned so her back was against the wall, looking at Juan as he made his comments. “Yeah?” She asked, shaking her head. “Ah ravvah not,” She said, looking at the hand and frowning. “Las’ time ah let someone ‘elp me when ah was ‘urt ah was ‘it wif it e’ry chance dey ‘ad,” She said, taking her steps a little slower. “Ah dun wanna be in dat position again.”
He frowned, his hand falling back to his side. He was hurt she would think he’d do that, honestly. “Ah. That makes sense I guess. You know I wouldn’t do that to you right? I’m not here to gain something, I’m here to help you. Or at least make sure you don’t hurt yourself in your stubbornness.”
“Yeah?” Joan asked, looking at Juan. “Ol’ ‘abits die ‘ard,” She added, letting out a long sigh. “Fine, ah’ll let’cha ‘elp. Ah was ‘eadin’ fer da main showah. Need ta was up, in my showah is a pain on mah own.”
His eyebrows raised in surprise and confusion. “On your own?” He offered his hand again. “Do you need help for this?” He wasn’t at this time trying to be provocative, just concerned. Still, he could see Joan’s pale face go bright red.
“Uh…” She said, looking at the floor. “Is a little weird?” She added. “Like, sure ya saw me stark when we ‘ad our zig in zag, but…” She frowned. “Ah dun know, Ah don’ fink ‘elping me wash up is ‘xactly da sexiest fing ya kin do,” She sighed, reaching out a grabbing Juan’s shoulder.
Juan shrugged, and started walking her to the showers. “It’s a little weird, but I’m not doing this to get off, I’m doing this to help you. It’s not really supposed to be sexy. Unless you make it sexy.” He waggled his eyebrows jokingly, then smiled reassuringly. “Trust me, this isn’t an attempt at play. I want to help.”
Joan looked around the hall, then let her weight on Juan. “Can we use yer place den?” She asked, exhaustion now creeping into her voice as some of the charade lifted. “No gravity makes dealing wif everyfing such a pain, ah almost didn’t bovvah getting up at da menion o’ it. Plus… I dun know if ah want people seeing a washing me after I yelled at all dem,” She said, looking at Juan. “Ah actually fink dem finking ah’m just ‘aving sex wif ya is an easiah fing to manage,” She joked.
He chuckled, and turned their path to his room. “Probably a better option, more private.” He held her up as they walked, keeping her up with a smile. “See, you walk a lot faster with teamwork.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Joan muttered, looking at Juan with a lighter smile. “Yer just enjoying dis way too much, aren’t cha,” She asked, leaning a little more on Juan. “I fink if ah played a little part, ya would get real quiggly ah finks,” She said, stopping for a moment just to relax a second.
“I’m sure it’s sexual, but I have absolutely no idea what quiggly means.” He stopped alongside her, still holding her up. “Also, either help we walk you, or I’ll have to carry you. Think of the indignity!” he chuckled.
“All, show ya quiggly,” Joan said, wrapping her other arm around Juan’s neck with a slight wince, pressing her forehead against his, suddenly putting on quite the set of doe eyes. “Ah don’t fink ah could stop a big, strong man such a yerself from ‘aving yer way wif me,” She whimpered, hugging him tighter with a frown. “Ah s’pose ah just ‘ave ta do everyfing ya tell me ta do wifout question…” She said, her breasts pressing against his chest.
He looked around the hallway, ensuring no one was gonna walk up. “Joan, you know this isn’t the right time. You’re hurt, and I’m not contributing to that with poor decision making on my part. Don’t make me actually carry you.” He waggled a finger in mock disapproval. “Because I’ll fucking do it.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Joan challenged, giving him a peck on the legs before trying to get away. “Ah kin do it!”
He chuckled, and grabbed her harder, lifting her up in his arms. “Well well, looks like you’re being unruly. Seems I have no choice but to carry you away.” He started walking, a bit slower now but still faster than Joan in her injured state could by herself. “Who knows what I’ll do to you in my lair.”
“Beast!” Joan almost screeched in surprised, lightly beating on Juan playfully. “Young men like yerself er just wai’in fer a mum like meself ta take advantage of ‘mm?” She said, mockingly scowling. “Wha’evah am ah ta do?”
“Well clearly you’re not strong enough to resist, so best you can do is give into my will.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s just how the cookie crumbles, I don’t make the rules.”
“Well…” Joan said, looking down the hall. “Shit, guess yer right,” She sighed, leaning into Juan again. “Least ah ain’t drunk dis time, eh?” She asked, looking up at him. “Ah’m still gonna need a showah dough. So… Let’s git dat outta da way for you ‘ave yer way wif me of wha’evah ya plan tah do.”
He smiles, and holds her close against him. “Of course. You dirty girl.” He chuckled maliciously, opening the door to his room, stepping in, and turning Joan loose. “But seriously, we’re here to clean you and try not to think it’s too weird. I’m not gonna fuck you while you’re hurt.”
Joan tilted her head to the side, letting out an unconvinced “Eeeeh,” as he mentioned her being hurt. “That dun mean ah can’t get fucked, just dat ya might ‘ave tah take it a bit slow,” She said teasingly, getting on her feet properly. “Like, ah kin fink of a few work abouts,” She said looking at Juan with a blush. “Ah mean, ‘as nuffin tah do wif me kinda… Missin’ ya or nuffin…”
He smiled back, a shy smile. “I’m glad you’re back. I definitely missed you.” He looked to the ground, then looked to the shower. “So, anytime you’re ready. Then we’ll talk about that.”
Joan sighed, stepping forward and grabbing Juan’s face, kissing him. She fell back, then smiled. “Yer a dork,” She said, starting to pull off her shirt. Angry red marks, closed up by stitch thread covered her arm, and the front of her thighs as she pulled the sweat pants off. She wasn’t wearing underwear, but given the circumstances that made sense. “Just go’ah sit down,” She said, as if reminding herself. “Turn on da wa’ah, in not git nuffin wet,” She added.
Juan couldn’t help but look her over. Even wounded she was nice to look at, though the stitches were a harsh reminder of the life they signed up for. “You’re not supposed to get wet? Isn’t that the point of a shower?”
“Ah was talking bout yer room,” Joan said, looking at him. "Ah don't wanna break none of yer stuff ya know?" She added, stepping into the shower and taking a seat on the conveniently strong fold out shelf seat. She turned on the water, letting it run over her body, letting out a sigh as she did. "Thanks fer 'elping wif k Jacob and Miranda while ah was gone…" she said, looking at him. "It did more den ta fink."
He sat on one of his chairs, ready to step in if he had to. He smiled, shrugging bashfully. “I was happy to do it. Made sure they ate right, meaning not like I do, so that was easy to figure out. Made sure they actually went to bed. Parenting is not something I’m used to, and I’m sure you’ve dealt with far worse, but it was kinda nice.”